Once upon a time, there was magic in the world. There were wizards and warlocks, paladins of the gods and the demons of the Deep. But over time, they seemingly faded away.
  Now, the magic is coming back

  I am not special. I'm completely average. At least, I thought I was. All I did was read a book, and everything changed.
  Do I sound super dramatic? I think I'm sounding a little too dramatic. It's not that dramatic.

  Well, I guess I should be dramatic. I mean, now that I accidentally opened the portal to the Deep and brought out a horde of demons that are destroying everything, I think I should be dramatic about it. Maybe. Perhaps. I didn't think that I had any magic in me. How was I supposed to know that thousands upon thousands upon thousands of years ago my family were the most powerful wizards in all the land? I mean, if I ever bothered to listen to my Great-great-grandma who is somehow still alive instead of playing video games she'd probably have stories that her parent got from....that will take too long to list out.
  The stories that were passed down from generations. Yeah. That's better.

  So now I get the job of cleaning up my mess. What can a sixteen-year-old do? Apparently I can go up north, go to this frozen glacier, and summon the last demon hunter. Or die. I think I'll choose the first option.

  Wish me luck

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Oh look another one of my crazy story ideas that will never be finished